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Seeing this scene, Fang Nan nodded, put a cyan token in his hand back into the storage bag, and sat down in front of the bed.

This cyan token was given to the new initiation disciples by the Yuqing Sect at the beginning, with a simple formation, which was used to set a ban on the residence, although this set of formations was nothing in Fang Nan's eyes, but at least it could isolate the divine sense of the monks of the same level, and act as an early warning.

The previous Senior Brother Hao watched at the door for a long time, but he still couldn't confirm whether there was anyone in the house, which was the credit of this set of prohibitions.

Speaking of which, after the initial entry, all the disciples, including Fang Nan, received a storage bag given by the sect, in which in addition to the token clothing representing the identity of the disciple of the sect, there were also fifteen spirit stones and a long sword for low-level spiritual weapons.

With Fang Nan's net worth, he naturally looked down on this, but the reactions of the rest of the new casual cultivators were very different, except for the old woman who was born in a dilapidated immortal cultivation family, they were all extremely surprised and happy, and Huo Yun, who had a simple face, was even more excited for a long time holding the storage bag.

However, less than a year has passed, and at this time, when he thinks of the "Senior Brother Huo" he met on the bamboo forest path in front of Yunji Pavilion, Fang Nan can only sigh that the world is impermanent, and people's hearts are fickle.

Thinking back to the scene just now, Fang Nan pondered for a while, then gently patted the storage bag on his waist, and as soon as the white light appeared, two black rat-like puppets appeared in front of him, and then his right hand groped for a moment on the round abdomen of the two puppets, paused slightly, and pulled up a bracket above.

Smack!

A slight vibration sounded, and the surface of the puppet's abdomen suddenly separated, revealing a depression the size of half a fist, Fang Nan's eyes moved, and he felt out that two spirit stones were embedded in them, and then closed the separated parts again.

A buzz!

The two puppets, which had been silent, suddenly moved their eyes at this moment, revealing a scarlet cold light, coupled with two pairs of sharp fangs that were disproportionate to their bodies, and it looked like a little cold in this silent room.

As soon as the divine sense moved, the two puppets turned into an afterimage and shot forward, until they planted their heads on the wall with a "bang", Fang Nan made a move and let them return to his hands.

"It's not slow, and it hardly takes much divine sense to manipulate......"

After closing his eyes and looking inward, Fang Nan pondered for a moment and muttered in a low voice.

These two rat-shaped puppets were purchased by him from "Senior Brother Hao", but in the end, he only bought these two, after all, he has always kept a low profile in the past year, and according to common sense, the net worth of a new disciple cannot be compared with the old fritter of the other party, so it is naturally not good to take out more than thirty spirit stones at once.

And the reason why he bought the puppet was naturally to cultivate the "Divine Concentration Technique" obtained from the person in Qinghe City who was suspected of being a Qin family monk.

This set of secret methods that were originally used to manipulate the puppets was also very beneficial for the enhancement and use of divine consciousness, and the three jade slips that recorded the first three volumes of the magic recipe were still lying quietly in Fang Nan's storage bag.

Due to the large number of affairs in the past year as a newcomer, Fang Nan has only consulted on his own in his spare time so far, and has never officially started to cultivate, and now that he has settled down in the Yuqing Sect, he can transfer some of his thoughts to this aspect after the talisman making matter.

According to what he had mastered from the previous three volumes, after he cultivated the first layer, he would be able to manipulate four or five puppets of the same rank at the same time, and his divine sense would also increase by about one percent, and if he successfully advanced to the second layer, Fang Nan would be able to barely manipulate the foundation building puppet.

At that time, there will be a qualitative leap in his strength, and even against a monk at the peak of Qi refining, he will not be afraid at all.

Rubbing the two puppets in his palms, a smile appeared at the corner of Fang Nan's mouth, and after thinking about it, he threw the puppet back into the storage bag without taking off the spirit stone.

After all, for this kind of lowest-level puppet, one spirit stone is enough to use the puppet until the puppet is completely damaged, and there is no need to worry about the consumption of spiritual energy in it.

......

Time passed, and two hours passed in a blink of an eye.

The sun was rising, the sun was gradually blazing, and the light in the room was much brighter than in the early morning, Fang Nan's lowered eyelids suddenly moved, and then he woke up from his meditation and slowly opened his eyes.

The aura of the Flame Jue's exercises dissipated in his body at this moment, compared to two hours ago, the mana in Fang Nan's body also increased slightly, although this increase can be said to be insignificant, but the advancement of cultivation was originally an ordinary growth in ordinary days, and after a long time, it naturally gathered sand into a tower, which became the foundation of the Great Dao.

Standing up and pacing to the window, Fang Nan glanced at the sky outside, then did not delay any longer, took out the spirit ink and blank rune paper from the storage bag, and placed them on the simple bookcase one by one.

At present, there are not many spirit stones left in his hand, and for the sake of the supply of elixir in the future, the production of the water amulet is indeed delayed.

His gaze fell on the unpretentious ancient inkstone on the corner of the table, Fang Nan exhaled lightly, his face a little complicated.

This inkstone was still given by Gu Ci'an when he was in Spirit Beast Mountain, but there was not much spiritual ink left, and it had long been used up, and now it is only an ordinary product in the sect.

Recalling all the things he has experienced in the two states of the Jin Kingdom, in just three years, I don't know how much more magnificent it is than in my previous life, but I am now in Dazhou, and I don't know how far apart the two places are, and whether I can go back in this life.

Shaking his head, suppressing some stunned emotions, Fang Nan's gaze became calm again, he glanced at Gu Yan and the Snow Wolf King Hao Ling Pen who was set aside, and casually offered a clear water talisman in his hand, and began to study ink.

After a few moments, he lifted the spirit pen, laid out a blank piece of rune paper, and then stretched the tip of the pen soaked in ink and snaked it down.

In the past year, because of the mission of the sect, Fang Nan has made hundreds of low-level spirit runes, and along the way, his techniques have become more and more proficient, and when refining the most basic spirit runes like fireball runes, the success rate can even reach ten percent.

And all this is naturally inseparable from the soul flame hidden in his body.

When the soul power had just disappeared after suffering the heavy damage of the spatial crack, Fang Nan was still suffering from many gains and losses, and after several months of research, he finally determined that no matter what, the transformation of soul power into soul flame would have more advantages than disadvantages.

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